The 

^athos of Song 

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By George Keller Deling 



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PRELUDE 



LURE OF THE STARS 

How oft I've gazed far into depths of night; 
Yea braced mine arms desiring to embrace 
The glow of promise as the stars would grace 

My hopeful heart with fathomless delight. 

"Fear you not darkness child, know you not fright 
Nor dread the veil of gloom — so blithe to face 
The deep abyss where mysteries efface 

The shadows past, of day, with gruesome blight?" 

"The night is dark but lo, the stars, the stars ! 
The shadows of the day — despairing ghosts — 
Have vanished while the stars still brightly shine. 

Thus, beckoned from on high, vain fear least mars 
The calling, through the night, of heavenly hosts 
That bid me ever make tJieir height all mine." 



Jn iiftttflmm 

TO 

PROF. M, N. HUTTEL 

WHO IN 1905 INTRODUCED ME AS A POET. 
{No rights reserved on this sonnet) 



Thy lot was cast a challenger of arts, 
To thy blest memory I feel I should 
Produce a legend to thine hardihood 

.To number thee among the demi-gods. 

Midst barren Deserts lay an Oasis, 
To where a Vulture and a Falcon fell 
In fatal combat locked — their gizzard, well 

Supplied with Seed ; and thus, from out of this 

There sprung a mighty Oak from barrenness ; 
There also grew a Vine that needed aid, 

Lest it were buried 'neath the Desert sands : 

Thus thou didst stand when thou my soul didst 
bless. 

God wots this Oak choked 'neath o'erpow'ring 
Shade, 
Full petrified, erect, immortal stands. 




George Keli^er DeL,ong 
1905 



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Prelude — Lure of the Stars II 

In Memoriam Ill 

Photo of Author (1905) I^■ 

Contents \' 

My Philosophy of Life VI 

Title Page VII 

Copyright Page VTII 

The Pathos of Song 9 

The Natal Cord 10 

The Pan-American Illumination . . 17 

The Ship Success 19 

Graduation Quadrants 21 

Regret 22 

FIa\'e A Purpose 2 3 

Evil Traits 2 4 

A Temple Pure Divine 2G 

Lament For My Alma Mater 2 6 

Vocation 27 

The Dignity of Work 2S 

Ambitions Fervor 28 

Over The Sea 23 

PART II 

FOR THE CHILDREN 

Little Buds 29 

Swinging on the Treetop 30 

In the Woodland Dell 31 

Frolic in the Barn 33 

Rambles 34 

PART III 

For Youth and Maiden 

Where is My Knight ? 35 

Passion's Dream 36 

Passions 39 

Posies of The Lord -il 

Gethsemane, the Sculptor's Meed 43 



MY PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE 

Man makes for fact — self-evident reality ; 

Fact makes for knoivledge — the apprehension of 
reality ; 

Knowledge makes for sense — the appreciation of 
reality ; 

Sense makes for truth — the comprehension of efficient 
reality ; 

Truth makes for justice — the apportionment of effi- 
ciency ; 

Justice makes for responsibility — the application of 
efficiency ; 

Responsibility makes for liberty — the appropriation of 
efficiency : Moreover, 

Liberty is worth while only as there is responsibility : 

Responsibility is worth while only as there is justice; 

Justice is worth while only as tlTere is truth ; 

Truth is worth while only as there is sense ; 

Sense is worth while only as there is knowledge; 

Knowledge is worth while only as there is fact; 

Fact is worth while only as there is man. 
Furthermore, 

I have faith that God dominates the destiny of all : 

I have hope that God has infinite resources and is gra- 
cious ; 

I have love to share God's blessings with every one who 
will. 
The above basic principles of my philosophy and 

faith (which is the outgrowth of philosophy) are 

here given to satisfy those who want to know my 

politics and religion. I have little sympathy with 

factional or sectarian strife. 

George Keller DeLong. 



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Pathos of Song 

and Other Poems 

By George Keller DeLong 



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The Pathos o| .Spng an^ Other Poems 



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THE PATHOS P/F^^ 

Within a lowly flat a family ;.^,,..^ ^p^,^^ gj.}j 
Ekes out a life in dire humility. ,r ^gj^j^,,;'! 
The father leaves for work at early ■pi.opcf^,^,',., t 
Nor does return till eve, all tired; aiidf;^c(ri|<r ' 

The mother who is cook and nurse and maid 
And washerwoman and a common aid, . ,,,■) 
Gets up at tive a breakfast to prepare, ,',^,^.,^^7 
And thence to lose herself in toil and care. ' 

Her children she prepares to send to school, , 
And this the while she sings, most as a rule; " ' 
Again to hush the little babe she sings^ ' ^r 

The while another pulls her apron strings. . ' 

And while she sweeps the floor she beats the time 
To some sweet melody of quick'ning rhyme;.^ ' 
If she does not in t)aby talk commune^. ^^ -<yviO 
She seeks a soMceJn.k sdothin^ tu^ne.'^^^' ^^^f-p 

"She must be happy"^oft her neighbors said — 
"Or could she sing as if she knew no dread?" 
From morn till eve her voice with ]iathos rings 
As she performs her cfuties while she sings, 

What promise makes her e'er so.jubiliant . 
While care and duties are e'er dominant?'',, . 
It seems she could all weariness ignore 
As though her labors had some wealth in store. 

Is she indeed so happy all day long _ . ,, 

That she must needs pour forth her soul in song, 
Or is she stricken \vith forlorn and grief 
That she indeed miist' seek in song relief?"'' " ' 

Each careworn mother knows, and let her tell 
Of griefs forlorn which song alone can quell. 
Should this my song evoke a mother's heart— , 
Its pathos would but svmpathy impart. 



10 The Pathos of Son<> and Other Poems 

THE NATAL CORD 

To the west frontier of wildwood 

Pushed ambitious pioneers, 
Trusting God as ev'ry child should. 

Buoyed to faith and hope by seers. 

Strove a colony together — 

Cleared the brush and felled the trees : 
Waving wheat soon vied with heather, 

Yielding fully its increase. 

And of logs was built a village — 
Humble homes, but deemed secure: 

Here no robbers seek to pillage 
Such as other lands endure. 

Their new neighbors were the Indians 
Who would never bar their door. 

Quite unwary-trusting 'rind-yanks' 
They must soon their plight deplore. 

Ah ! the 'rind-yanks' — ruthless Yankee 
Trader, not in search of home. 

Come to cheat the Indians, then flee — 
Leaving dues the settler's doom. 

While the settlers, unsuspecting — 
(Born of natal brother love) — 
Trust a 'rind-yank' — not electing 
That 'tis need one first to prove. 

Now a rind-yank' came — as wonted 
Shelter with the settlers found — 

To the wild he went undaunted, 
Sought the Indians to confound. 

When the Indians he had cheated — 
Their opinions had misled — 

Though their vengeance he had heated. 
To the village back he fled. 



The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 11 

From the village he then ventured — 

W'hither, no one ever knows. 
Would he care if they were censured? 

Cared he if they suffered woes? 

From the wild the Indians followed — 

Came within the settlers' town 
As their warriors weirdly hollered 

While their old men wore a frown. 

From the settlers they demanded 

To deliver up the thief : 
"The deceiver must be handed 

Over to our honest chief." 

Then the settlers vainly pleaded — 

Swore they knew not where he went ; 
And the old men they entreated 
To disclose what caused this rent. 

Then an aged Indian answered — 
Gravely, shocking words he spoke: 

"To our Indian camp he transferred 
Poisons such as death provoke. 

"Much fire-water he had brought us 

To confuse our warriors bold ; 
This, and more, 'tis what has wrought us 

Full of wrath we can't withhold. 

"Where the Serpent Mound shows plainly 

Whither warriors journey forth. 
There the squaws are weeping vainly 

Wliile the breeze is speeding north : 

"Weeping o'er the vacant snowshoe ; 

Weeping o'er the bow unstrung. 
If vou doubt, we fain would show you 

How our bond of peace is sprung." 



12 ¥he Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 

Then the spokesman of the settlers 
Fainly would their wrath appease : 

"If there is a ruthless meddler 

Who disturbs the Indians' peace, ' 

"IVe are willing him to punish — 

(As your wise chief well decrees;) ■ 

Thus all settlers to admonish, itj ii -A 

Honestly to keep the peace. 

"Let as many, as have seen him, arlJ cnoi^ 

Search our settlement quite o'eriloh oT 
We have surely never been in • "■ ' 

Such a trouble e'er before." 

But the 'rind-yank' now had Yanisjifed, : _, ; r 
Far beyond the danger zone. -,i-i; •rrov/'^-, 

Fierce fire-water peace had banislie^ij f)nA 
Now must massacre atone. .;' -T 

Lo. lo the warriors shrieked most .weirdlyi ; 

As their warwhoop rent the air,-^[-3vsiO 
Where; will. soon their most ei^dearedoheT " 

Every soul was in despair— ,'. j.,,ow,;'; 

But the warriors all departed 

And the settlers felt relieved. 
Till the wail of mothers started 

W'hen they found themselves bereaved. 

There were many children missing: 
Then the young men volunteered 

To pursue — not least then guessing 
How the Indians little feared. 

For the Indians them eluded 
And were soon beyond their reach : 

Thus their vengeance was concluded — 
They'd perforce the settlers teach. 



The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 13 

II 

Now these children were adopted 

To be Indians like the rest ; 
But their mothers, had they dropped dead, 

Would have deemed it far more blest ; 

They would then think of the angels 
That were winging round the throne : 

Hope forlorn let them, with anguish. 
Naught to trust but God alone : 

Out of anguish oft they'd borrow — 
Dreading what might be their end: 

Out of anguish, dread and sorrow 
Would their peals of prayer ascend : 

Restless mothers ever seeking — - 

Praying. God might yet astound : 
Anguish, bitter anguish, wreaking — - 

Haunted by a Serpent Mound. 

Ill 

The militia of the nation 

Long had lost the only clue 
When some Indian provocation 

Stirred up other troubles, too. 

Now the Indian tribes were captured 

And deported ev'ry one. 
While another hope enraptured 

Many hearts when this was done : 

An appealing prayer was offered 

That went forth to all the world, 
Also willing aid was proffered 

That the truth might be unfurled : 

"Many white-mens' children, painted, 

Are among the savage horde. 
God, and Gov'nor, truth is tainted 

If ye will not them assort." 



14 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

Many mothers volunteering 
To apply the scrubbing brush 

Caused the Gov'nor's own appearing, 
These anxieties to hush. 

Ev'ry Indian got a cleaning 
As the circumstance behooved ; 

Thus from out their number gleaning 
Many that the nation's proved, 

But they all were so appended — 
Mothers no more recognized : 

Their enraptured hope was ended 
Soon as e'er they scrutinized. 

IV 

Came a mother, far, far distant. 

Long shed mourned her loved ones ; 
She now scrutinized the list, and 

Found nor daughter's like, nor son's. 

All the pent up hope she'd cherished 

Forced a sad hysteric spell : 
All the joy she'd nursed now perished — 

Sore to hopeless grief she fell. 

Now the gov'nor, as a brother 
Sympathy would fain impart, 

Came and touched this grief-crazed mother; 
"Mother, come, pour out your heart — " 

"Come and tell me how you nursed them ; 

By what names you fondly called ; 
By what sentiments you versed them ; 

E'en the threats that most appalled. 

"Fancy then around you coddled. 
Telling them some fairy tale ; 

Sing again as when they toddled 
Gaily 'round : it might avail. 



The Pathos of Song; and Other Poems 15 

"See my hair lo gray is turning. 

Yet I still remember well 
Mother's songs in mem'ry burning; 

Come, let's try it : who can tell ?" 

V 

Like a wraith she wavered forward — 

As enamored then did pose : 
Bidden, she was nothing froward — 

Sadly did his tale disclose : 

"We had had the Indians' friendship 

Till once zve a trader lodged ; 
But away at night he'd then slip — 

Stealthily detection dodged. 

"Just at sunrise, early morning, 

Came a chief to our own house; 
Boldly he displayed a warning 

Which grave fear in us did rouse. 

"On this morning all then gathered 

In assembly to account 
Why this warrior thus had scattered 

Leaves as though insults to flaunt ; 

"Then an elder spake most gravely — 

Filling all our hearts with dread ; 
Then we prayed and hoped most bravely. 

Till our anxious fears were fled. 

*"Twas the last my fated lost ones 

Heard me sing to hush their fear 
When I lulled my dearly lov'd ones 

Never more my voice to hear : 

"On a bed of leaves I'd laid them, 
Where they slept in blessed peace ; 

There the Indians stole — to trade them ; 
Since that time I've known no peace; 



16^ The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

"They were searching for the trader 

Who, they claimed, had done grave wrong; 

Failing with the shrewd invader |/^ 

Then they took my babes along: .^> ^fno' , 

"There before mine eyes they took them, 

I was overcome with swoon : 
Think not that I least forsook them, 

All their work was done so soon: 

"Ere the warning could be sounded — 
Odds were sorely 'gainst the town — 

Through the forest they had bounded ; 
Like a vulture they were flown. 

"I had trusted God's great mercies ; 

I have hoped in vain so long. 
Yet once more I'll sing the verses 

Of their fondest nursing song: 

.5icoi SONG : ;y£ts rloiHV/ 

"Hush my darling, szveetly slumber, 

Nestle in thy doivny bed; 
Guarding angels zvifhout number 

Softly round thy trundle tread. 

"Though the storm be hozvUng zveirdly; 

Though the clouds be dark and drear, 
Jesus bideth ever near thee. 

Sleep, and dream thou not of fear." 

Full of pathos — most appealing — 

Forth her mother-love did pour, 
Full the natal cord revealing: 

"Mother" — She'd been heard before. 

From among the ranks ran forward 

With their arms outstretched tow'rds herr— 

Son and daughter no more cowered" r.rft .H-t-.riy 
Once the bosom cord did stir. 



The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 17 



THE PAN-AMERICAN ILLUMINATION 

The day is past and fled— 
Now that the sun is set, 
The western sky aglow 
Approaching night does show. 

: Still darker and less glow 
The western sky does show. 
All suddenly at once 
The darkness overruns ; 

For out goes ev'ry light — 
Now reigns alone the night. 
All is a living* strand , 
Around where I do stand. 

Now softly, sweet and low 
Sweet strains of music flow: 
Now slightly slow the night 
Breaks into brilliant light. 

Still, still the music swells 
Till ev'ry fibre thrills 
And ev'ry beating heart 
Emotions does impart. 

Still swells the brightest light 
Till conquered is the night, 
And architectures show 
Their forms in radiant glow. 

In glory thus arrayed 
The mighty crowd is swayed 
Till ev'ry hand applause 
Gives to the noble cause. 



* On the Triumphal Bridge 



18 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

This tempts me to relate 
How near to great men's fate 
A likeness this came near 
And hushed in me a fear : 

How in one's youthful doom 
One must descend to gloom, 
Thence step by step to rise, 
With valiant will surprise 

The crowds that do look on 
While one one's course does run 
To win the world's applause 
As one perfects one's cause. 

THE SHIP SUCCESS 

Awake ! oh soul awake ! 

How long will you concede 
Through hibernating sleep? 

Arouse yourself and shake 

The shackles, from your feet, 
That you ignored do keep. 

Arouse ! oh do arouse ! 
Do try to realize 

That now has come the time 
That you your cause espouse 

If you your welfare prize 
With heart and will sublime. 

Your future is so near; 

How sacred is your time, 
Once lost no more regained. 

And life is e'er so dear 

When yet in youthful prime 
While vigor is retained. 

Remember, when you're old, 
Your chances of reform 



The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 19 

Are gone forever more ; 

While youth is strong and bold 
You can yourself conform 

To noble stately lore ; 

A stately style acquire ; 

The family honor raise — 
So shape your ev'ry year 

That friends will you admire 

And raise their voice in praise 

With their regards sincere. 
Dare virtue to denounce — 

With all its gracefulness 

And its polite pure way — 

And you're the worst of clowns : 

Your act is none the less 
Than criminal display. 

Why should you then insist 

To wallow in the mire — 
Quite in the gutter's depth? 

Why then so lowly list? 

Do you not oft desire 

To upward stride your steps ? 
Have you ambitions great, 

And put in luck your hope ; 

Or stately things desire 

Expecting ne'er the fate 
E'er to possess the scope. 

Nor aught with force acquire ? 

Your Ship is anchorless ; 

In high Winds you are doomed ; 
You ne'er can sail through Storm, 

Nor will you e'er possess 



20 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

Success, which you presumed 
Would to your wish conform. 

Ambition — with great stress — 
And persevering hope 

Are Anchors of the Ship, 
In virtue called Success, 

Possessing ev'ry scope 

From Hull to Topmast tip. 

The Breeze which sweeps you on 
Is courage called by name ; 

The Sails which spread before 
Are virtues — ne'er to shun ; 

The stately Helm of fame 

Is wisdom evermore. 
Our institutions great 

Are guiding Stars above ; 

Our ev'ry day a Sea ; 

Vocations — Ports of fate ; 
Heroical true love 

Preserves us brave and free. 

Do seek what Port you will ; 

What you would fain possess — 
For what your heart may crave — 

If you'd your course fulfil, 
Do man the Ship Success 

And dare the surging Wave. 



The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 21 



GRADUATION CDKlGRATULATIONS— 
QUADRANTS 

Graduation Glory 

Now the zephyrs kiss the clover 

And the clover cleaves the dew > ,-, ] 
While the dew has cleft the sunbeams- '^ 

But the sunbeams smile on you. 

Dawn of Day 

Now the lark salutes the morning ! ^J^'^J!'^' 
While the morning hails the dawh"'^ ^ , - 

And the dawn proclaims a triumph^ 
Lo, the triumph is thine own. 

Wealth ON the Waves 
Now the breeze a sail is wafting; 

Surging waves a ship breaks through 
While the ocean heaves in splendor, 

Lo ! the ship sails unto you. 

i RUE and Tried ■ ■- y^rgij^ 
Now the momitain hails thy valor r'/rlS 

Thou wert called, nor durst to weep, 
To acquit thyself most manly — 

Challenged by the tempting .ste^j) 

Tolls Triumphant 

Now the bells ring out a triumph; .y 
Gentle breezes, waft their toll, ' ^-/ 

And the toll proclaims la-4idation 
While laudation hails thy role. 



22 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

The Glowing Goal 

Now the goal in glowing splendor 
Spurs the vigor of the knight, 

And the vigor urges daring 

While the daring proves thy might. 

Scent of Sanctity 

Now the nymphs have touched the rosebud 
And her glory forthwith spread : 

Lo! the air is filled with incense 
By the fragrance she has shed. 

Treasurers Thine 

All the faded stars are blended 

To a firmament of blue 
While the very richest treasures 

Now adorn the world for you. 



REGRET 

If a word too freely spoken 
Only fell on no one's ears, 

Many ties were still unbroken, 
Shunned were many bitter tears. 

If a blow in wrath commanded 
Only missed its deadly aim. 

Conscience were then not tormented. 
Many cripples were not maim. 

If a deed done far too hasty 
Could just once more be undone, 

We would gladly live more tasty. 
And a better course we'd run. 



The Patlios of Sons and Other Poems 23 

If our days of idle leisure 

Could be brought back once again, 

We would gladly store a treasure, 
Time would never pass in vain. 

If we could recall the slighted 

Opportunities passed by. 
All our errors would be righted, 

We would find no time to sigh. 



HAVE A PURPOSE 

As on life's Tow-path you do tread, 
What is your point in view : 

Your final goal, that you don't dread 
To meet — and greet it too? 

Your purpose what, or do you think 
Of such there is no need. 

And at the very thoughts do shrink. 
Nor never take such heed? 

To face the future do you dare, 
Not knowing where you go. 

Without a purpose or a care — 
Now living on 'just so?' 

Your eyes do cast without delay — 

Look to the future far : 
"I do not care" — dare not to say, 

But sieze upon your star. 

Are you in youth, remember then 
That manhood you will see 

Ere is it likely that you can 
All misconducting flee. 



24 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

Arouse ! Then let your soul arouse ! 

No longer now delay.,, ._ 
But do some purpose now espouse, 

Or you too long might stay. 

Do know that time awaits no man — 
That you, must ne'er be late ; 

Employ your hours of leisure then 
To be just up to date. 

Just for a time around you gaze 

And view the busy fairs. 
And see it not now, with amaze, 

Some purpose greeting bears. 

If on you smiles some purpoie', ffieri— 

And promise to you bears- 
No more delay but like a man 
Approach your good welfares. 

Oh! do apply your talents all .^ 
To meet y0ur greeting goal— '^ ^^ ^ ,^ 

Be ckutidiis then lest you shoula'^faii' ' 
And miss yoUr name On the roll. 

id J 3D£i oT 



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MEANNksS" •'' 

Oh meanness, pitiful and base, 

Thou wretched fool — false are thy ways- 

Abhorrible — all thee despise: 

What trophies yield the mean affrays 

That thou dost follow such a chase — 

Begrimed with foul polluted vice? 



'fib^ ' Paltiios ot" §6n^' ahd'other ' Poems 2^ 

■jiiiN^^ouETNGfe 'irh 'dbrtoii grn to-.T 
Oh insolence, thou piercing swofd^i^ ' 
A mean foul act or spiteful word- j • • ■ 
Gripped with a base and vile contempt: 
What trophies does the strife a!fiPoftiJ3-i 
To thee in such a: vile accord P'.n t-^sA 
From guilt thou artithdleast/exi^Mixtl o''' 

: 7'; V! .)fi-!:Jo[) :/i jiii o 1- 
■ iGNOMiNtfr.iffi I -igi^fiA rntiv- 
Oh ignominy' wretchdd'tiiiefdfoT t^o-I 
That never :spa.reS! from; wod nor gffgfff J" 
The meek and mild nor irinocerit I ' 
What trophiesgive to thee reHef 
That 'tis worth while, though life^bd hrief. 
To practice grimy detriment?" ! ■'' ^ ■'> i ' 
■irigrjBD 3TB n-jb -d'UvaQ srlT 

yTHTAl/I ^-I^J^^p^-^^OH T^^HMAJ 
,3J0T'// l9oq 3r[J ",337J istli oiBq?, riBmbooV/" ,3onO 
n->il ?'rrf:rfih(-!07/ od) Jbm bib aiBoJ aifl di'vff bnA 

olovab I laJfiM smlA ^rn oJ v/'oVi 
, .VIRTjIfEtANiDt'yiO^I ^mvroh \M 

Oh PrudeAce gi-a^ letthyjli^I^ljijp^^ g„^{T 

From piffaU aiid fronr ^nar^ :,[[Kwv.fh riirhiW 
Oh Justice true let all |, do,,,, f ^^ij ^^ rf^i.c/; 
,.xa,-With thy bright hght^cojnp^j:e| .^.^^j^ ^^^^nsQ 
P"7 , temperance my, J^,f^ -^^ftn^fjlB ^rioJ 
My duties ^^1 to bea^; ^^ ^.,^: ^^ ^^^^^ ^^^^ 

. bweet tortitu,de, lest dread intrude* „trVrr -,n'^ 
,-^ _ .Bask me within thy flare.: ..r;,, fjoH] f[-ofjodT 
'.':'.b^ I^aith divine,. thou hoiy;'shp,^^^jj^^j £ g^^^ 
• ^^\^hhi my temple shine:, _ ;^^„ j ^j ;i^- 
(Jh Hope sublime, of graces prime, ry°'j 

Make thou my temple ^^^X^i^^q odi sM ioVl 
Kind Cbarity, most cheerfully ,., -/r . ^.-r ,,^v 

Fnlight this temple mine : — r , ,,. ., i „^ 4„cr 
Ihose who thus live to God, will ^YC-^ f -,,.,it 

A TEMPLE PURE DIVINE -— rf-r— , 

■■ iii:ob inoJ 



26 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

VICE 

Let me deride the demon Pride 

That lures to vanity : 
Covetousness sha'n't me possess 

To mar my honesty : 
Let me not trust malicious Lust 

Lest mine be misery : 
No Gluttony shall ruin me 

To mere degeneracy : 
Grim Anger I shall e'er decry : 

Lest folly should be wrought: 
I'll ever loathe grim idle Sloth 

Lest I to doom be brought. 
I'll envy not like imps that plot 

Whose meanness larings them naught — 
Those who thus sin with demons in 

The Devil's den are caught. 

LAMENT FOR MY ALMA MATER 
Once, "Woodman spare that tree," the poet wrote, 

And with his tears did melt the woodman's heart: 
Now to my Alma Mater I devote 

My flowing tears which crystalize to art. 
Beneath the spreading tree the poet played, 

Thus to his heart became the spot endeared : 
Within thy walls infinities have swayed 

Which to the land a zealous poet reared. 
Beneath those leaves which fluttered in the breeze, 

Long after many tourists sought the spot: 
The thought to crystal art my tears does freeze. 

For when they fain would seek thee — thou are not. 
Though thou must fall, since progress so demands, 

And I must miss thee through each after year ; 
Though I must weep, yet shall my busy hands 

L'pon thy grave a monument uprears : 
Not like the pyramids of Egypt's plains ; 

Not like the marble mark of mortal's grave- — 
But an immortal dome, wrought with my pains 

That I from doomed oblivion thee might save. 

Written March 14, 1905, on hearing that the Long Swamp Central School build- 
ing was to be torn down at the end of the 1904-1905 term. 



The Pathos of Sonjj and Other Poems 2T 

VOCATION 

Be it in the field where the midday sun 

Licks the sweat that hot o'er your brow does run ; 

Be it in the stah where the bovine low 

Mingles with your song while the milkstreams flow ; 

Be it in the depth of the deep mine drift, 

In the foul damp air through the too long shift; 

Be it in the shop midst the flying sparks 
In the early morn ere yet soar the larks ; 

Be it shoveling coal on a flying train 

Midst the clouds of smoke which your face do 
stain ; 

Be it speeding on while your hands control, 
At the throttle, trains that swift onward roll; 

Be it with the sick — with the stricken one 

Where denying loving deeds are done ; 
Be it pushing through darkness, shine or rain 

That you may relieve all the sick from pain ; 

Be it in the school teaching children so 

That through all their years they may wisdom know; 
^vC it preaching truth — pulpit or from stage — 

For the children seeking from age to age; 

Be it at the bar, causes to espouse. 

For rebuke of crime justice to arouse; 

Be it at the helm of the 'Ship of State' — 
Guiding safely on through its ev'ry fate ; 

Be it in strange home as servant maid, — 

Doing any work for a sal'ry paid ; 
Be it keeping house for a husband dear. 

While your children you will yourself uprear: 

Your vocation be whatsoe'er it may — 

Tact and talent will ever have their sway — 

Virtues are alone claims to dignity ; 
Ev'ry other claim is iniquity. 



M The Pathos pi Song and Other Poeii\s 

THE DIGNITY OF WORK. 

How bitter is the thought that e'er reminds 

One of one's utter sole dependency: 
How sweet the blessed thought that ever finds 

In work a dignified transcendency. 

. . •!• V V •** •*•, ■ . ' ' i" 

AMpiTIQNSFERYOR. Qli^^M&gW^iim' ^ 
=:>i-ifiqe -g^rt-IGHT ,{;,;(„ qoria arlJ ni Hi 3^. 
Borne on thfe pini'ons ambition ttnfolds'-^o aril nl 
Born of that glow which forever upholds, , .- f] 
Dazzling and shining, the arch ever bright^ !^.,',^ 
Bidding one enter the City of Light. .' ^^DtM 

• Holding aloof) with a beautiful charm ■nlh'igq?. Yi sH 
Battling the odds through the storm and the calm i 
Onward and upward the glorious flight. 
Hoping to ent^T'the GJiityjofLi^hfe ^'^^ 'i-ii'^'' '{'■ ^^-^ 

Glorious only while hope does assay ■.unl^rjcr Ji oM 

Grazing one's pinion to bear through th,^,f^gy-jp^^j'f 

Even ignoring the pains of one's pHght, 

Strivingtoenter the City of Eight. 1-'^ ^>ili "i ii 9^1 

[WiOfrA imAiij ,..^,;; - -iu ' -v ''''''' '-'^ ^iswoirll JfidT 
Way m the distance the qity is, fseei;i.,, ,,;,;.,,.„.,„ ^j c^n 

Oh, for that grace which is ever serene] ,. ■.,,;,] ' 

Struggling and striving with uttermost might — 

Bravely approaching the City of Eighth odi Jfi Ji oil 

... ,'. .-.. <. ' . ■' J ' j'y'jA'n lo"^ 
Nothing must daunt one mor ever af fright; -,,. (j ,^;; 

If one would win thei^ one bravely mupt f\g|^'f;^, " 

On through the darkness^the black of the' night, 

Eed by thelglowjoi the City :of;Lj^t,-.a?. ni ji -.;; 

"■hif,:] ^;p;^;p^^'^- r-hov/ vrf£ ignioQ 

Onward and forward and toward the Sea, 
Enthralled by strange Voices, thus guided are we: 
Roaring, the Breakers roll oV^r the ShoalS'— ^' . , 
The Billows' weird i^urrni!i¥' leiitices' bur 'so'iifsi^' ' 
.--':tifjpini ?J m'trAo "laiho y"f v.-.i 



The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 29 

Tossed on the Billows is many a Craft 
Entreating the Breezes swift onward to waft 

Ships that are laden vith Treasures most rare. 

Most blessed the Pilot whose Ship the waves spare. 

Beacons that gleam from celestial heights 

Entail the safe courses ambition incites. 
Beacons revealing the dangerous Rock 
Flash curses on Pilots who foolishly mock. 

Mists may enwrap us in gruesomest pliglit, 
Still, hopefully groping our course through the Night, 
Onward we venture since cjuit means defeat, 
And that we should ne'er, while alive, dare to greet. 

Better to rock on the Billows that surge 
Than stranded on Shoals from which place naught 
may urge : 
Better to struggle 'gainst gruesomest odds 
Than idly to wait on the luck of the gods. 

Onward and forwafd arid over the Sea,; 

To Havens where Treasures our glory shall be. 
Tempests defying we break through the Wave, 
Our efforts displaying, our Treasure to save. 

FOR THE CHILDREN 

LITTLE BUDS. 

Little buds of mankind 'fb,f-I 

Opening into bloom ; 
Soon a brighter aspect 

These will all assume. 

Soon the play is ended 
And the worl^ ht^un-r^rj 

Using ev'ry effort ,._"', rt] ygjjj 
'Gainst all odds to run,;^ 



30 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

Soon you little children 
Youths and maidens are : 

Will you through the conflict 
Shine as shines a star? 

Shine through all your lifetime 

And the light reflect 
That your teacher scattered 
Which one may expect. 

T* "j^ "J* ^c» ^f* 

SWINGING ON THE TREE TOP. 

Blow wind blow, make me go 

Gently to and fro : 
Let me know are you so 

Sweetly soft and low? 

While I swing I will sing 

Till the echoes ring. 
Here I cling to this thing 

In a treetop swing. 

Oh how sweet this retreat — 

Lovely, yes indeed. 
Here I beat 'gainst the heat 

Like a bird — so fleet. 

Light and free — don't you see? 

And I sing with glee; 
For with me happily 

All things joy will be. 

When the days of our plays 
Will have run their race, 

May the chase leave a trace 
On each smiling: face. 



The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 31 



IN THE WOODLAND DELL. 

Come, sister dear, you need not fear 

To come along with me ; 
The path I know, which way to go — 

It leads from tree to tree. 

You need not care for fox or hare 

For I will have a stick, 
And little Pup is always up 

To ev'ry clever trick. 

Just follow me from tree to tree — 

Do keep me well in sight — 
And when you spy a rabbit shy, 

You must not get a fright. 

I know the place where rabbits race — 

"Tis by a rivulet ; 
It is a spot where oft I trot 

Till nigh the sun is set. 

We'll soon be there, for it is near — 

The lovely little dell : 
And there we'll stay, together play 

Till rings the supper bell. 

That which you hear so shrill and clear, 
Right up above your head — 

A songster bird that oft I've heard; 
Its feathers are blood red. 

He's perched so high that you can't spy 

Him in his sly retreat ; 
So take good care, do not him scare, 
And he'll his song repeat. 



\ 



; ■!--(! to i);rn sno'^. 3o i'.oiUa*! oilT 
32 Tli« Patlios of S-ong and Othei T'fiems 

His brilliant song is not so long 
But s\veet his yoice he'll raise; 

From tof) to top he'll all day hop 
And sing his Maker's praise. 

Come, sister'^ae^f! itrd^'iiFQ^?^^ ifek- 
What Ishall'ask'of ydii:^ u}^^ 



Ne'er be so vain to have him stain 

To plume your headwear too. 

'■•-;. '' :•.';': wo' i, iBO )ori bo3n uoi 

So now \ve're''ili^i''wh'e¥e 'we' caji'^^py 
The noisy little Tin,' 'V''^ -^J^^'' ';:''"^ 

And we can heair the: Tipplli%''Sl6kt 
That ne'er for once is still : 

~'j:j-: :fioii Dfii 7/o[!oi J2tj'\_ 

It trickles 'twixt the' rocks 1?h€re-'[ffi5^, 

And ev'ry ripple tells li". n ni// hf;A 
That it finds -joy-^— without iaWiiioy' 

The woodland chorus swells; 
— 3-£-; :-ti(|;fr;7 a-rof!";; -ogIq 30.1 won>{ 1 
While Mr. Frog, there; on a loggiT' 

Where both of us can seeio,!? b ?.i ll 
Attempts his.;best to maiiife^^in IliT 

That he a bull might be. 

— Tfian St Ji io\ .^tarlt '3d n603 Il'aV/ 
But hark! my dear, I i still d^.):^^a^^j 

Another voice so,^vyeet ;",^. m-j '-)(-{] [^nA 
The turtle dove must sui:ely-o|avefijY 

This beautiful retreat. 

,TSpb bnc llndi; o>. "iBsd rruv dDirJ// j; 

Oh, some qear naipie iSAouldf^ijyj^^^.jij^ f^me- 

The s\yeetest harrripny-j-rr! -^.jii^xjnor:, A 
With ardent grace, to speal^f^jt^^fpl^^ise 
Of woodland melody. 

'^'^tlie'red'biM^ffierelis "siiilWis ail- ; ''' 
In strains both high and low'; 
The rivulet gives tones dulcet 
While it o'er rocks must go ; 



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The Pathos of Sons ai«^ Other Poems 33 

In yellow vest and green coat d^ress^d , 
The frog sings bass quite lowjT-V %'*" 

The turtle dove, on branch abov4. J"' -q 
His tenoi- weirdoes know: , t 

The gentle breeze does wave the trees -g^IT 
That beat the time so well— jg gfnHd sriT 

Thus harmony and melody ■. ni^^B gv;/ nsriV/ 
Are in the woodland delt^j^j^^^ lulhia A 

— gavlaa nwo luo riJiv/ iio cif os Jfj9 
:ro^%¥^fft338 anfjJio^ nsffV/ 
\ g'sifi'^ ^d L^nrBiJgnoD stb aV/ 

FROLI<C'^PN"¥h#^ARN?^ ■^s's''^ 

The rain is coming down so fast ''^^ Jt^o^; n£m 

That we can't play outdoors ; 
But we can romp about and play 

Upon the threshing floors. 

We tumble in the hay with mirth , , tt 
While playing hide and seek;"^' . .^;^|-/^ 

Or climb the rafters 'neath the r6oi ' 
Quite to the very peak. ' ■, r^. 

We climb the ladders up and down ,-^, 

While playmg game of tag:. ^^^^^^^ ^^ 

The girls can never catch us till /t r a 



We willingly come back'.. ," 



Fihil "HI 



We have a rope swing in the barn 

Fixed to the strongest beam : . '.''J *' ' .' 

When up we swing and touch the'roQi,-,n 
\-kj X. i-'i;"?t,.it' :T3 surf// 

We cannot help. but scream. . .^.^., 

The swallows, who, ,do build their, nest 
Up in the highest peak, _ '._,...'[. \.[^^.lyrj 

Do chant their song from morn fiir' eye V/- 
As if they fain would' speaK.' ' 



34 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

The Germans say their mournful song 

Is filled with much regret ; 
For every word they seem to chant 

Is true, it must be said. 

They say : *"When we your barns do leave 

The barns are full of grain ; 
When we again return, 'tis gone — " 

A pitiful refrain. 

But so 'tis oft with our own selves-^ 

When fortune seems to come 
We are constrained by Fate's stern hand 

Ne'er least to take therefrom. 
♦Translated from one of my mother's narratives of Ger- 
man folk lore. 

RAMBLES 

How dear to us were childhood days 
While we partook in childish plays. 
Together we did scamper round 
And plucked the blossoms that we found. 

Our utmost skill we oft did try 
To catch the flitting butterfly.. 
Bald bumblebees that had no sting 
We held within our hand to sing. 

Grasshoppers, we did make them chew ; 
And spiders, made them spider too. 
While clinging to the grapevine swing. 
With childish glee we'd shout and sing. 

We waded in the shallow stream 
Whose murmur mingled with our scream. 
We watched the minnows darting fast, 
The tadpoles slowly paddling past. 



The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 35 

We built our playhouse in the wood 
With stones and sticks as best we could: 
Our carpets — finest ever seen — 
Were softest moss of velvet green. 

The toadstools served us many ways 
For ornamental bright arrays. 
There never was a tint or hue 
That w^as not in our toadstools too. 

We never made the least mistake 
To nibble "Venomed Broth for Snakes — " 
Much as we relished mushroom fare, 
We had been taught to have a care. 

Oh, there were Winter berries red 
Which grace the tables that we set ; 
And berries of most any kind 
That in the woods we chanced to find. 

Round apples, sweet, and plums and pears 
And cherries were among our fares. 
All things upon our table found, 
Most gracefully, were passed around. 

But thus it never more can be 
To romp around in childish glee. 
To manliness we must conform 
If we would gain against the storm. 

PART III. 

FOR YOUTH AND MAIDEN 

WHERE IS MY KNIGHT? 
Oh, where the noble hero brave 

That Mother said would come 
To find his worthy heroine 

And build for her a home? 



36 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

, I ^e comes, the noble hero ZQXif^^^—^Y^^ij 

Be still, oh heart, and wait:,'. ,„, .,.,(-, 
Hell surely come to thee ere long rr 

He comes, be not afraid. 

I'VH'' . frj-: -^looigbBOJ sriT 

In this sweet lovely garidenisp^t^n-io lo'*! 

My heart is blithe and gay,-/ j^ aigriT 
But gardens bloom not all the yearr-fT 

Would that he'd come today. 

" — i^^wtZ •vo\ j\^o-^9l b-imov^-a'^" sMdin oT 

,3i£i moo"if{s!iff^?H???if9T 3i^/ 8B fiouM 

.9i£D B yj&d • -' ;!.;;?. ;;-^J nsad bed aV/ 

. PASSION'S. -DREAM. ., ,,^ 

My wooing W^'kdy^pit^ i(ii^^?'f '[^ 
As for your' love f hifiiibiy sue.' ;' . ,2; 
I trust my dream you'll understaiicf' 
gl^Qr )f|:|J^^.wi/;,l^,sc0|rn,mjr,,l9/Ve^pi^ brand. 

When I ijip.on,,my ,p,^lQ>^J9jy_, „^^jl^{, If/^ 
Last night arid dreamt the night ^ay, ,^7/' 
As visions rose and visions fell, 
There rose o^e,w§iQi?<:J,rmystjfte|l. r:inU iua 
^>>[v fkil'Iif!-' n: iir;r;()T;; irrnoT oT 
Oblivion shades my former dreams ;; ,VT 
While this last vision glows and gleams; ' 
My heart beats time to that refrain 
Which Cupid chants— chants he in vain? 

You stood beneath the apple tree 
As down the road you gazed to see 
The one for whom your heart did beat, 
Awaiting me with love to greet. 

:>7ir!<J o'lSfl ^• 
The apple tree was all abloom, 
The air was filled with sweet perfume, 
The western sky was all aglow, 
The breeze lulled sweetly soft and low 



As I along the i6ai^kj%^^[ ""j'^nff ^ ^ 
With beating- heart and anxious' treaa.-'\ 



J 131 i 



As to your homestead r drew nigh y 

I strained my eyes afar to spy. ' ■C" " 
-op^pTF. I o?. 3fro;g Hf/// (I'j'jia liA 
My utmost, wish. -wajS g^2i%if\eid \ t3i toT 
When suddqr^ly; iiiy; ey^es, yo,u. spied ^-jl-) I 
]\Iyhea,rt, beat fast, my iiQrve was thrilled, 
My longing soul with hope was filled. 

WifcK quickenedf^st-efpjInhlafOTedf drf-^orb I 
I felt as though I needs mubt 'fun. '■"■tJBaatl 
As I drew near,' your gieamirtg 'eyeli'Si oT 

Betrayed your soul's sweet Paradise. 

v/TjIji; one vifro 'jri! o'lii LfQ / 

When I emlbraeHd'^^oA M(fi'^''ki^'s''''^^ ^'^ 
Your face betrayed' in^elic b'lis's';' '^"^ '^^^'; 
And when' I whi'spiefed wofds o'f'-lB'v^^^^ ' 
Then Cupid chanted from aboye:r^ ,• 

<(^: {:.. : J' 7 ' r'fl-' '^l'^- ot iKfiJ loZ 

1 d you ana onlx \oii 1 II qvte -a *< ^ t 

M'v /t^flr^ as Ion a as c cr I live — vfi 

ikZj; love IS yours and yours alone 
While botk^fJiv^^^O!^fi^^.-gqn^^yr_ moT'^ 
.:rrj':)?, ?.-.iof) [[;> ^.-ir'^bofiTbl: og JbtIT 
I pressed my bosom; to your ow-fi- ,. jqorl I 
While -in your: eyes the lov^ light;^hQ©f^-IV/ 
When there I vowed yours to remain, 
To happiness. we.,did:attainin :j;-i;.ii[ [I'noY 
: asui'JT 37oI '(rn -id's nso rjo-{ 11 

I felt your ha^p^'beatift'^ heaft'' "'"-lY 

From which I never more can part : f 

As there against my own it beat, 
I thought I never could retreat. 

My heart it beat an extra stroke . ^^i ^ ,-_ 
At which I from this dream aw^bke ^ ,, ,^V 
To find myself in bed bereaved -.-^f /(;;] 
Of all my joy, which me much grieved. 



38 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 

I sat upon my bed to hark 
And looked around, but all was dark: 
I felt as though I must be dazed — 
In my bereavement I was crazed. 

All sleep was gone so I arose — 

For rest I could no more repose. 

I dressed and paced the bedroom floor 

And wished that I had dreamt some more. 

I harly could be reconciled — 
I thought it must needs drive me wild, 
Because with heart and soul I long 
To tell you how my love is strong. 

You are the only one below 
On whom my love I can bestow 
And so when we again do meet, 
I hope you likewise me can greet. 

Don't think me cowardly, my dear. 
Nor that to speak these words I fear: 
I can't afford to wait till then 
When we perchance may meet again. 

From you I cannot keep a dream 
That so forboding all does seem. 
I hope with me you'll not be wrath 
When I would fainly plight my troth. 

You'll make me wretched if you choose — 
If you can e'er my love refuse : 
You'll make me happy Vv'hile I live 
If you can now my love receive. 



'Twas thus a youth wrote to his love 
As he with youthful passion strove, 
And soon upon his love prevailed 
But later wished that he had failed. 



Tlie Pathos of Song and Other Poems 39 

Angelic smile and formal kiss 

Were all that made him dream of bliss: 

With painful grief he realized 

That he had erred when life he sized. 

Had he but gazed beyond those eyes — 
Explored the soul where virtue lies; 
Had he but sought her virtues out 
Instead of formal habits proud. 

Had he but found her in the dough 
It would have made saliva flow — 
His lips were then more moist to kiss 
His love with genuine sweet bliss. 

A craving stomach moves the heart 
With passion that ills will impart: 
Eyes, cheeks and lips will lose their charm 
When virtue fails the soul to calm. 






PASSIONS. 

Once three fair youths took to journey to find 
Grace that would make three fair maidens to mind: 
Fair were these maidens with graces serene ; 
Worshippd was each by one youth as his queen. 

Strode they together the Wilderness through ; 
Soon found a Plain that was fertile and blue : 
Filled with emotion because they had found 
Homes which of needs full of grace must abound. 

Each took a portion — a third as his share — 
Striving henceforth their own homes to prepare: 
Proudly they planned how they soon hoped to fare, 
Ah ! but three troops of wild horses roamed there. 



40 



The Pathos of Song and Otljer, J?o;eijas 



Two flowing Rivers divided the Plain; 
One — Disposition, ,one^— Circumstance-^-twain , /.' 
Bordered the Land which the fool oQ?ji^p}i[^d, .[tj // 
While Disposition the simple defied.', i;ri r,,[ ji-n'f 

One was so simple— the. Steeds killed putrigl^t,] ! 
Dug with a Spade and rejoiced in his plight;,, .; 
Came his fair niaide.n^.with^silent, content, : ■. (i 
Both of them lived, J^li^t x^^jiijEe|jt^ejp,fqi^4;Spe^<i- 

One was a fool ancj the -I^orsps , ga>^e chf^ser-j-j , ; t j 
Shooing them ofif; they canie bacjk in . eac}]!. ;Case : 
Came his fair ma.iden to, starve in her plapq;: , ■ j ; 
Pining while he ^^^^s.B,yv.?i^.j:^fi^ttjifi. ^l]^se,_,o' ;' : 

One was discreet and a Lasso he made,— . 
Lassoed the Steeds and their sppiling hence stayed: 
Bitted and harnessed they worked in the:Plow-r- 
Happy and wealthy this; jVYJ^ej/jjajjijvvasnQw.r;-.:!// 

Came his fair maiden with him hence to bide — 
Happy was she in his .carriage to ride. 
This little legend of Steeds, my young friends, 
Read and remember — with passion it blends. 

bnri oJ y-jiniioi Oj zku'i ;-:fl.i;.iov -fiKl arifil SDfiO 



STJV/ 




:rr 



';i)(n:)c 
nuot noo2 

hi.'/ ])0\\H 



1 -finr/mri 



^-i£i 01 LpQRiTM'E-- FAT' O'F'TME ^LAP^I D^i X^buo-i^ 
3i5d1 lyj!U!:.o-i f^as-toff bit// l:o kqouri oo'idl lud I HA 



The Pathos of Song- and Other Poeins 



41 



Posies of The Lord. 




Jtsus said: "Ye are the branches," 

When He said : "I am the Vine;" 
Now my soul doth, Hke a tendril, 

On the Tree of Life entwine, 
There to bask in Heaven's sunshine — 

Everlasting life restored — 
Thus to yield a fulsome harvest 

In the vineyard of the Lord. 

Jesus sat upon the mountain 

Where the fairest lilies bloomed, 
And He said, by way of contrast, 

How the saints should be costumed : 
"Solomon, in all his glory * * * 

Not arrayed like one of these" — 
But the 'Children of the Kingdom' 

Shall, in Glory, yet more pleased. 

Goes to the time of "Where the Shannon River Flows" or "Refuge' 



42 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 



Jesus said : . God wots all doing ; 

For He notes the sparrozv's fallf 
But the "Children of the Kingdom' 

Shall be noted most of all — 
For His Children are in Hostage 

While on earth they humbly dwell. 
When we're marshalled to the Judgment 

He will save His own from Hell. 



Jesus sought to save the wayward 

When He said: "I am the zvay." 
Those who follow in His footsteps 

Are not ever led astray 
While He leads us to the Mansions 

That for us have been prepared ; 
For He said : "I would have told you' 

Had Our Father not so cared. 



Jesus saw us through the darkness 

When He said : "I am the Light;" 
Now He leads on to Glory 

'Round the Pitfalls of the Night; 
And we see the Throne of Heaven 

Through the darkness from afar, 
Lit in everlasting glory 

For our never-failing Star. 



Jesus saw our minds confounded, 

Then He said : "I am the Truth;' 
And He gave us understanding — 

Now the way of life is smooth. 
Jesus is a thorough Saviour; 

Jesus is mine all in all. 
I am glad He came from Heaven 

To redeem us from 'The Fall.' 



The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 43 



Jesus spake of noble shepherds 

Having had an hundred sheep, 
Who, when one had gone to wander, 

Never close an eye in sleep — 
Leaving ninety-nine together 

To recover one lost lamb — 
When He said "I am the Shepherd.' 

Of His blessed Fold, I am. 



Jesus promise to the faithful 

Who His sayings do believe — 
They shall live for everlasting 

In the dwellings they achieve ; 
But the 'Floods' and 'Winds' shall sunder 

From the 'Sands' these fools who mock. 
Oh 'tis Glory — hallelujah! 

I have built upon the 'Rock.' 



Jesus taught us conservation 

When He said : "Ye are the Salt"— 
And He warned 'gainst losing savour 

Carping at a brother's fault ; 
For He blest the persecuted 

That should suffer for His sake, 
Pointing out the martyred prophets 

As upon the mount He spake. 



Jesus spake to His disciples 
Of the things he must forbid: 

"Neither do men light a eandle^' 
'Neath a bushel to be hid. 

He rebuked against for swearing 
When He said : "Szvear not at all"- 

Ouite restraining us from vengeance- 
Saints must never so appall. 



44 The Pathos of Song' and Other Pooms 



Jesus spake of holy "Tycasurc" 

When He taught us how to hve, 
Gladly helping one another — 

Never scheming while we give — 
Saying: "Do not sound a trumpet" 

Lest we only chance to do 
Like the hypocrites and heathens 

Whom your Father never knew. 



Jesus taught us holy manners 

\\'hen He spake of 'Dogs' and 'Swine'- 
"Lcst they turn against and rend yon" 

\^ lien you thrust them truths divine. 
Furthermore He gave us warning 

Of the prophets we must shun. 
B\ whose hypocritic manner 

We must never be undone. 



Jesus taught us how to nurture 

In His vineyard worthy fruit 
When He told us, very plainly, 

Ev'ry kind grows on its root: 
"Grapes of thorns and figs of thistles'" 

Are not gathered e'er of men — 
Of a 'Good Tree' yielding 'Good Fruif 

We shall gather yet again. 



Jesus spake of John the Baptist 

In His eulogy of love 
When He spake with veneration 

Sanction by the 'Heavnly Dove;' 
For He said : "This is Elias''- — 

The enigma here revealed 
As He gave interpretations 

In the prophesies concealed. 



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He rebuked the vain and haughty 

Who would scorn His Holy Word, 
When He likened them to children 

Tliat were utterly absurd — 
"Calling unto fcUozvs saying: 

IVe have piped, yc have not danced; 
]]'e have mourned, you've not lamented 

Quite in haughtiness entranced. 



Jesus gave us consolation 

When he set from sorrow free 
As He said : "my yoke is easy." 

"Take iny yoke and learn of me." 
Jesus said : "I'm meek and lowly' — 

IMaking thus the humble blest : 
"Yc that labour heavy laden' 

Come and, I zvill give you rest." 



Jesus taught us of 'the Kingdom' — 

Unity in full command, 
When He said : "A house divided 

'Gainst itself can never stand." 
While the Pharisees would fainly 

With their falsehood Him entrench 
It was shown them. It was written 

"Smoking flax shall He not quench.'' 



When diciples, animated, 

xA^sked of Jesus who should be 
Of the greatest in His Kingdom, 

Jesus taught humility : 
For "except ye be converted" — 

Quite as humble as a child — 
There's no room for you in Heaven, 

Where abide the meek and mild. 



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Jesus warned against offences 

And of drastic measures spake. 
Even unto amputation 

When tJie Kingdom is at stake. 
Heaven guards the httle children 

When offences are the case — 
Jesus said: "their Angels akvays 

Do behold Aly Father's face." 



Jesus spake in daring posies 

That would make His foes to carp — 
"Like the sign of Prophet Jonas :" — 

Full of wit and pointed sharp 
When He toasted John the Babtist: 

Nor reed shak'n with the zvinds :" 
Nor "a man clothed in soft rainmenf — 

This was baffling to their mind. 



Prodding Pharisaic leaven, 

Jesus gave the final knell, 
Branding Pharisees as "lost sheep 

Of the House of Israel." 
And He taught His faithful workers 

Who 2ire "zvorthy of their meat" — 
If a house or a city scorns you, 

"Shake the dust off of your feet." 



Jesus called upon the Father, 

Praying, in Gethsemane : 
"If this cup, except I drink it : 

May not pass azvay from me" — 
While He felt the spirit willing 

And He said : "TJiy will be done" 
As He bartered for redemption 

Other measure there was none. 



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"Unto to every one that asketh," 

Jesus said, "It shall be given." 
Whosoever truly seeth 

He shall find the way to Heaven, 
"For to every one that knocketh" 

Jesus opens wide the door ; 
Though the way is straight and narrow 

He will lead us evermore. 

(Amen.) 




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Gethsemane, the Sculptor's Meed- 

On the Judgment seat of Ages 

The Assize Eternal sits, 
Taking issue with the Sages 

While the Sculptor's Hammer hits 
Telling blows upon His Chisel 

As He shapens ev'ry stone — 
Knocking off the superficial 

Thus for evil to atone. 



Weirdly on the worldly-stricken 

Falls the ever haunting Clang 
As with faithlessness they're stricken 

O'er their momentary pang. 
Never anguish could compare with 

Jesus in Gethsemane 
When the Sculptor had to care with 

"Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me." 

For the Temple of His Heaven 

In the New Jerusalem 
This firm Rock was duly Riven 

That it might conform to them 
Who, by Peter, James and John, were 

Seen transfigured when they shone 
As the Bed Rock Stones whereon was 

To be laid the Corner Stone. 



Never let thy heart defile thee 

While the Sculptor deals his blows, 

When He only would to style thee, 
For thy place He better knows. 

Though He sorely tries thy patience. 
Do not yield to full despair. 

For thy trials prove efficience 

Whence to choose His Stones with car 



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